V.G. Harrison Obituary, Death – Mister V.G. Harrison, the bellwether and bon vivant of Harrison Farm, has gone away. His passing is the reason for this letter. We are sorry for the loss you have suffered. It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you that we will proceed in this manner. VG passed suddenly on January 15th, and the specifics surrounding his death are a mystery at this time. After spending the previous day hanging out with his best bro Finn Lambkins, he made the decision to sleep away the next morning rather than participate in any activity that might be regarded productive rather than sleep away the following morning.
VG was the offspring of The Rifleman, who was well-known throughout the Harrison Farm herd for his role as the patriarch of the herd. At the time, VG was the most dominant member of the herd at Harrison Farm. As soon as VG was born, his mother was taken away from him, and as a result, he went on to become maybe the most well-known bottle baby lamb that the farm had ever seen. The fact that he would show up unannounced at events such as birthday parties, Goat Yoga lessons, and political rallies was common knowledge (once nonchalantly eating the flyers meant for attendees).
In addition to chewing on pumpkins, VG’s favorite activities included rolling about in burrs and driving the herd out to pasture. Pumpkins were also one of VG’s favorite things to do. It brought him a great deal of pleasure to stealthily cross the street and hide behind the evergreen tree so that he could ambush yogis who were unaware of his existence. This gave him the opportunity to execute sneak attacks on them. When the interns were upset with him, he found it amusing to run across the street so that they would have no other option but to chase after him.
This gave him a great deal of pleasure. Not only did he despise blue automobiles, but he also detested the shark costume that he had to wear for Halloween. Jordan and Olivia, both longtime coworkers of VG’s in the sheep industry, as well as VG’s mother, all passed away before VG did. Additionally, VG was an only kid. Only his best friend Finn Lambkins, his archenemy Tiny Iny the Sheep, his human godmother Suzanne, his favorite intern Mikayla, and his terribly sorrowful shepherd will miss him after he goes away.
VG’s mother made the choice to name her son Virgil Harrison after her grandfather, also named Virgil Harrison, despite the fact that VG was born almost exactly one hundred years after Harrison. Virgil Harrison was the grandfather of VG’s mother. This was owing to the fact that VG was held in such high esteem by its customers. On the farm, VG is the very first animal in the history of the place to receive this accolade, which establishes him as a trailblazer in the industry.
Because of his dying, there will never be the same amount of space in any of our hearts again that it did before. Literally, as this young child who had been born in a bottle lived his finest life and ultimately became significantly larger than he had been in the past. The awareness that Mister VG Harrison did, in fact, live his best life and was aware of the fact that he was loved is what helps us get through this tough time. This is the comfort we receive from the realization that he did, in fact, live his best life.